Meat In The Pressure Cooker Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal
Meat In The Pressure Cooker
Assembly election on door step
Uttar Pradesh is ready
Mandir Masjid silent
Meat in the pressure cooker
It's steaming.
People love democracy, yoga
And enlightenment
They are serving politics
like a cup of coffee
Mixed with religion and casteism.
Leaders delivering hot speeches
Based on lies and ties
Voters got the taste of good days
Petrol become cheaper than tomato
Each party confident for success.
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